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I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.
Anne Bosworth Greene -
Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.
Anne Bosworth Greene
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The breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!
Anne Bosworth Greene -
November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
Anne Bosworth Greene -
A sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.
Anne Bosworth Greene -
Timeliness is an enemy to art.
Anne Bosworth Greene -
What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!
Anne Bosworth Greene -
Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.
Anne Bosworth Greene